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Dead is this, yes. 00:28, 21 September 2006 (UTC)

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Man, maybe I should call it quits for the blogging world. I mean, COME ON! IT'S SEPTEMBER! JEEZ! my rubber band ball has since grown. From about the size of an orange to the size of a buffalope. Man, come on! You know what, I'm going away. I've started an Email show and It's doing pretty well. I kwit. I think. Just don't reclaim this. Thanks, bye! -Sherlock

Music or flash= No Bananas in the Sky by Peter Berg
Mood= Endingnessly Ending Again

Entertainment Ahoy! 11:50, 28 July 2006 (UTC)

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Wow. EXACTLY HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I FORGOTTEN THIS BLOG??? It's amazing. Like I said below, it's been an elliptical time. I'll start today off with a math puzzle for you. Post your answer on the comments page. I'm dying for comments. Here's the mathizzle puzzizzle: O-T-T-F-F-S-S. Can you tell me what letter comes next? Okay. Here's some jokes for you. 1. A group of four woodsmen splits up in the woods. The main head person says that they should fire three shots into the air if they get into trouble or they discover something. They split up. In one group, one of the woodsmen falls into a pit. The other fires three shots in the air. No one comes. He fires three shots in the air again. No one comes. He does it again, and still no one comes. The guy firing shots says, "I hope someone comes soon." The guy in the pit says, "Yeah, you're almost out of arrows." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! 2. Why is a mouse when it's spinning? 3. What's red, and slowly turns blue, and goes up and down? A TOMATO HOLDING IT'S BREATH ON AN ELEVATOR!!! 4. A man goes into a bar with a tortoise on his head. He asks for some cheese. The bartender says, "But this is a bar!" And the man says, "That's okay, the tortoise is paying." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, whew whew whew. That's enough jokizzles. Until next time, which will probably be an elliptical time from now, I'm Sherlock, with the party peoples in the place to be, SCC!!

Music or flash= The Chicken Dance by various peoples.
Mood= Funnie'd up and forgotten.

Whoa, Check out these ancient remains! 13:38, 29 May 2006 (UTC)

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Whoa, It's been a loooooooooooong time. I mean, an elliiiiiiiiiiptical time. Time is relative. Boy, this is old. What do I say? I think that those lower things was a dream. Or a hallucination. Strange. Anyways, I was just about to put this time capsule in the ground. It looks all neat and squishy. It's filled to the brim with things about me. Like a copy of the Mumbley's Hard-drive, and a donut popsicle, and some photos and a hand, er, nub-written note. I can't wait! Wait a minute, I just got this email from the future! I'll bring it up.

 Subject:Hey, ancestor! 9:30, 29 May 40X6 (SCC)
Dear my ancestor,
How's it hanging?  I found this note in your time capsule, this exact note. 
So, I scanned it into the computer and emailed it to you. 
In order to close the loop, put this note in your time capsule. 
I just want to say that here in the future it's great! 
No air pollution, no deforestation, no global warming, thanks to all the pirates, and no floods or hurricanes! 
And also, attached is a list of future events to happen to you.
With cookies, Shellrock. AKA, Sherlock 5000.
Attachement: future events.txt 

Wow! That's cool! According to the letter, it's from 40X6! I'd better print it out and put it in the capsule. Time loops are fun! Well, see ya. This is Sherlock, signing off. "Now printing email 'Hey, ancestor!'"

Music or flash= The letter
Mood= Excited, happy, loopy

Oooh! What's This?16:21, 5 February 2006 (UTC)

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Well, lookie here. I woke up in White Space, floating round, when I saw my computer. Now I'm on my blog updating again. And just for the sake of being lonely, I'm in a Miscellaneous chat room with my alter-ego, Gourdon Zuchumberdini. Um... yes, no, that's right. Secretly, I'm the magazine editor of Pumpkins Daily. More on that later. We're talking about the importance of squash and where it got it's name- oooh, a button! It could get me a muffin! (push) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! It's the Black Orb! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-(schlorp)-AAAAAAAHHH!!! Heh, heh, heh, heh. Ow, I think I broke my ribs, if I have any. That was a strange twisting sensation. Where am I? I'll make a list of things I see. Green grass, blue sky, marshmallow store, stick, hill/bushes, and stuff. I'm glad I have the randomness to connect with the internet through my mind. Now where did the Mumbley go? Hmmm... wait a minute. Why aren't I floating? What did that button do again? Huh... AAAAAAAAAHHH!! I'M A REAL BOY! COOL! I wonder if, yes! I can talk! I can walk! (squishy get-up noise) I'm standing on two legs!! I'M HUMAN!! Uh-oh, here comes one of the locals. Gotta act natural. Stay calm. I'll record a transcript. See ya soon!

Music or flash= The sound of my new voice.
Mood= Pinnochio'd

Still Captured 13:13, 1 February 2006 (UTC)

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Man, that was a long no-computer-nap! ah, well, back to buisness. I'm currently been asleep all this time, and now, hmm... AAAAAAHH!!! I'M ON A SILVER PLATTER WITH AN APPLE IN MY MOUTH!!!! I'M-a GONNA BE EATED!! Whew. This is kreepy, man, and now, they're taking the lid off and... Huh? Fargo, North Dakota? Whatev. I'm gonna back to sleep. THE END for now.

Music or flash= The end of qwertyuiop! -Strong Sad
Mood= Kreeped out.

Captured! 15:26, 5 December 2005 (UTC)

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Huudgzdgsvdsgvbvbkdjsddhsghahsdshfvhsdh... huh? Oh, yeah, I guess I've been kidnapped. By some Barney screaming purple blob. Stupid, thing in the, mitten doots... Look, I'm a bit knocked silly right now to say, so I've only got time to say a few stuffs. First of all, Pankake Han. There's posters of him everywhere. Second, Sticky. Right now I'm stuck to the wall with pankake syrup. Third, crabs. The floor is covered with crab shells and other junk. I can't tell where I am. Good thing I duct taped the Mumbley to my stomach. What the... "Battery Life Low"? Ugh. I hate it when these friggin things happ--{powering down}

Music or flash= The voices in my head.
Mood= Bummed out.

Zoo of Hats and other Bats 13:09, 2 December 2005 (UTC)

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Sorry I haven't updated, I've been sleeping over at the zoo. Y.eh/ I know that sounds weird, to you in the "real world", but that's what we do in Sweet Cuppin' Cakes Land. So, I was sleeping over at the zoo, in the part of Sweet Cuppin' Cakes World that never rotates. Yeah. It never rotates. The rest does. I'll stop talking in short sentences now. So, the zoo is called "Zoo of hats and other Bats". That title is way irrelevant. It has nothing to do with Hats. Or Bats. It's contained all sorts of things, like Cavecopters, wermicus fragilicus, and even an Eh, Tricerasaur! And there's mutant otton candy, living ten-feets-tall DNA, Grey Eraser Pacmen that eat themselves, rare Golden Hippotamuses, and a playground that survived the Great Glue Flood of '638! (Sweet Cuppin' Cakes is a lot older than you think. Only because it orbits the moon faster.) This zoo holds more than animals. It has clouds in jars! And these two twins scientests!! That's where I've been. Sweet Cuppin' Cakes has had lots of history since Strong Bad first thought of it. Actually, arccoding to those twins, Strong Bad wasn't the one who created this dimension. He just had a connection between dimension and ours already existed. But enough with philosophy. I'ma gonna go back there and- WHAT IN THE NAME OF GRAPE JUPISUCK IS THAT?? AFHGBVGDBVVVVVVVGHGFgvvedfhbttffhfhHNNABsyufsftrutegSUHNGVNHf 5ftyfrjtthILytfhiyliLIYTINLYINvtinhgduiftyuuurty4385fyny8f6ibd...

Music or flash= Twink-- by John Schiezka
Mood= Unconcious

Sherlock's Home. (no relation to last entry) 01:41, 6 November 2005 (UTC)

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Okay, so people have been wondering what my house is like. So I'll show it to them. First off, On the outside the walls are blue, and the door's on the second story. There's a pink and green slide lining up with the door, ending at the sidewalk. Once you go in, the walls are red and there's TONS of hanging furniture. There's a folding hot tub concealed in the wall. Cool. There's a family tree on the wall covered with photos of my predecessors too. Downstairs, no, downpole, there's some shelves with books and stuff. on the Top shelf is a TV, on top of which is a sack of hay. I sleep in that sack. Next, is a workout room. You know what workout rooms are for. To the left is a... uh... "special" bathroom. It also massages me!! To the right, a big elevator with big windows that extends off the planet. In that elevator is where i keep my computer, the Mumbley 5-400!! That's my house, and until next time, I'll might Ripoff Homsar.

Music or flash= Genius in France -Weird Al
Mood=Exquede-efde-aych!! or RIPOFF'D!!!

NO HOLMES!! 12:53, 2 November 2005 (UTC)

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UGH!!! I'M NOT A DETECTIVE!!
I just want to say that I HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER WITH THAT DETECTIVE GUY!! You know, the guy with same name as me?
People keep konfusing me with... HIM. Like, my little brother, Eh, Greg!, said, "I lost my dizzance function. Will yous help me find it?" Ugh. Also, don't konfuse me with STEVE either. Thet guy's... self-obsessive. Okay,
sorry I got all worked up. This is just the place where I kontribute my feelings to the whole Intreynit. Is there Anyone Listening to me? In closing... Wait, Eh,Greg! is my brother?? Uh... In closing, that's still weird.

Music or flash= Infinity Tower: The Movie -
Mood=Frustanterated and weirded out.

First Post. 13:12, 1 November 2005 (UTC)

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Hello. I'm Sherlock. This is my blog. A funny thing happened today.
I was over at Eh, Steve's place and he was on his "Chube 902X" computer. He was on the Intreynit. he showed me his own blog. So I thought,
"hey, why don't I make one 'o those?" So I did. Welcome me. NOW! Rock me e-wise into the melting sands (grounds). Daisy, lillycup, hambrosia...

Music or flash= 20th email special. -The Worm
Mood=Excrimbledania'd!!